Volume 1, Chapter 63: She is my girlfriend.

New World was as extravagant as ever. All the players who advanced to the offline tournament were accommodated in the most luxurious hotel in City Z, the Qin Emperor Hotel.

Although he had just experienced a melancholy bout of venting, his petty scheming was ultimately swallowed up as well.

Relying on Zhang Nana's connections, Li Qiang contacted several local newspapers, a private television station, and representatives from Warner Company to help promote the "Imperial Pastries." He hoped to leverage the massive popularity of *Kung Fu Panda* to make the shop an overnight sensation in the United States.

His smooth and fair face possessed sharp, chiseled, and cold features. His thick, rebellious eyebrows slightly arched upward, and beneath his long, slightly curled eyelashes, his dark and deep icy eyes appeared wild, unconstrainted, sexy, and mesmerizing. With a straight nose and a lean yet robust physique, he boasted the golden ratio.

Meanwhile, beside Guan Yu, Zhang Fei—who had already prepared himself—did not even bother to look at the outcome after Guan Yu struck. He instantly abandoned his own defensive posture and erupted with an even more powerful surge of vital energy, charging straight ahead to slaughter the Wuhuan cavalry.

His attitude toward them was very gentle, while their attitude toward him was extremely reverent, much like loyal subjects serving their monarch.

"Eldest Senior Brother!" "Eldest Senior Brother!" As they approached the Affairs Hall, the disciples of the Turtle Island lineage gradually grew more numerous. After all, when Turtle Island was destroyed, most of them had escaped and eventually gathered on Spirit Origin Island. United, they formed a formidable force, and Yuan Yu had assigned them to jointly manage the matters of the trading convention.

Following that, bizarre characters began to appear on the paper. Old Liu, who was still pondering that scrap of paper nearby, glanced at it and nearly dropped his glasses.

Mogu Gu, who had just issued the order for everyone to launch sneak attacks and shoot poisoned arrows at the enemy, continued galloping forward without stopping, leading several of his strongest cavalry commanders to charge directly at the opposing forces.

Beside the Red Bone Daoist, Yang Kong's phantom gradually vanished. The one who launched the sneak attack was none other than Yang Kong. Seizing the opportunity through the newly opened fissure in Corpse Jade Mountain, he dashed in instantly. Because the barrier had been deactivated, even Corpse Jade Mountain seemed unaware of this, taking the sneak attack in a daze.

When Li Tai arrived at the Eastern Palace, Li Chenqian was discussing Wei Zheng's eye ailment with several veteran imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau.

My eyes remained fixed on him, attempting to catch even the slightest hint of reluctance in his emotions, but there was none. I even began to suspect that the reddened rims of his eyes I had seen earlier were merely an illusion.

You could accept him passing away a day, two days, a month, two months, or even half a year or a year early, but what kind of sick joke was this—his death was pulled forward by a full thirteen years?!

Zhu Sha had originally intended to discuss matters with Lin Fan regarding the complex terrain and main thoroughfares at the borderlands of the Dali Dynasty and the Dongli Dynasty that she had seen during the day, as well as contingencies in case the human army suffered a total collapse and was forced to retreat within city walls. However, the latter clearly did not take these matters very seriously.

Yuan Tiangang nodded blankly. It was true; whenever there were floods or famines, the Emperor would shed tears, and for this, he had even been reprimanded by Wei Zheng.

Wei Qilang looked at her from the side, quietly raising a hand to stroke her chest and help her smooth her breathing. Meanwhile, Dong Ru had fixed her gaze entirely on Mistress Wu; if she were a man, she probably would have rushed forward to rescue her long ago.

This family was surnamed Qin, and the only occupant was a sixty-year-old grandmother who happened to be a quite notorious eccentric in the neighborhood.

Just as his consciousness was gradually blurring, the protective talisman he wore suddenly emitted a soft white light, and a sudden wave of cool refreshment swept through Zhou Ting's mind.

Once the palace villa was completed, it certainly wouldn't be left idle. The materials excavated from the ground were used to renovate the Green-Faced Ghost King's cavern dwelling, transforming it into a magnificent underground palace.

Although I didn't want to listen, their words inevitably drifted into my ears, and I found myself involuntarily tuning in.

There was no helping it, however; one was a grassroots civilian organization while the other was an official government body. The differences between the two were vast, and their scales were disproportionate.

"Then you should listen to the doctor's advice and avoid breaking the precepts." Bai Liu was always extremely reluctant to give a pleasant expression to anyone associated with Yan Ya.

Just kidding, that old man was a harrowing example; how could someone as clever as him commit the same mistake?

Foreseeing a certain lifestyle starting with a ten-year prison sentence beckoning to him, Jiang Yuan dared not accept it and hastily rejected the proposal.

For these people who had crossed oceans and seas to reach the New World, migration was not something they were inherently averse to. Faced with an opportunity to change their lives, they certainly would not miss it, for this was precisely what they had longed for.

While military attachés from various countries were running around trying to find out what kind of poison gas the Ming army was using and how they deployed it, diplomats naturally had to lodge protests with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Ming Empire, condemning the empire for using poison gas—such an inhumane weapon—in warfare.

"What a pity!" Jiang Yan sighed and said no more. Being able to gain a deeper understanding of the might of the Bouncing Sword Technique from Fu Junyu this time was already a huge profit, so missing out on witnessing the splendor of the Blazing Sun Grand Skill wasn't too much of a regret.

Of course, before leaving, the final framework and personnel arrangements for the Japanese Protectorate must be properly organized.

At that moment, Bai Liu believed that the original owner's mother and her predecessor had truly, genuinely integrated into this world.

Generally speaking, Miku Sawai maintained an extremely lazy demeanor at home, but when she even started sitting up straight and looking serious...

Actually, knowing that this was Mona's house, he had originally intended to just stay at a hotel. But for some unknown reason, driven by some psychological impulse, he ended up staying here instead.

Although they used their internal energy to protect their master's heart meridians and retrieved the thousand-year-old lingzhi from the imperial palace, the damage to his vitality was simply too severe. Their master remained in a deep slumber with no signs of waking even after ten days, and his pulse was so weak it was barely perceptible. If this continued, they would truly collapse.